People are no longer allowed to meet or socialize in public – if caught they will be accused of conspiring against ISIS – punishment is beheading.

Male doctors are not allowed to treat female patients.

Morality police enforced a ban on all televisions from shops.

Police occupy stores during business hours to enforce strict rules and observe every transaction.

Price of food more than tripled due to cost of paying fees thru many new checkpoints.

Author’s store sold less food in two months under Daesh control, than he used to sell in one week.

Each citizen was forced to attend Shia lessons every night, and shop owners had to shut down and attend.

After a week long course – they are told to return to new Islam as born again Muslims.

During this time a mosque built over 1,300 years, ago was demolished.

The ISIS morality police patrol neighbourhoods, enforcing the law that people perform all scheduled prayers.

One evening, the Author’s friend and neighbour did not show up for Daesh lesson – his friend was sentenced to beheading, but managed to flee the city.

Sound asleep, the author wakes to the sounds of war planes above, bombs landing nearby, and his neighbour’s children crying.

“Isn’t the terrorism we suffer on the ground enough, now you bring it from the skies as well”, the author writes, after a Russian airstrike on his town kills and dismembers adults and children.

The next day, the author steps outside and looks around at the destruction, into the eyes of the once bright and happy faces of his neighbours, only to be greeted by “dead eyes of broken lives and broken hearts.”

Walking home a few days later, the author passes his friend’s house, (the neighbour who had previously not shown up for Daesh lessons). The author described his friend as a simple living father and husband, not an activist. Yet there he was, beheaded, butchered and his body parts placed on display in front of his own house. A home he shared with his family, including his elderly mother.